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tearing. wrapping. get tape stuck on his fingers. repeat.
A not so tedious routine Foxy has been following for at least half an hour. It was Christmas Eve , a day that he takes much more seriously than Christmas itself–gift shopping in December was hell but made so much more sense, to him at least .
Tomorrow, Christmas day, the current foster parents of his siblings invited him to dinner, and he reluctantly agreed–but it would feel disrespectful to show up empty handed–so he made sure to get the Christmas list of Montgomery and Roxanne, at least to take some of the troubles of Christmas shopping off the hands of the two.
He took a sip of spiked eggnog from the Grinch mug beside him, savoring the after taste of Hennesy and sugar. He’d called Bonnie over, to ‘help’, but evidently it just turned into Bonnie having one too many cups of eggnog, forcing him into matching pajamas, and watching reruns of Jersey Shore .
“Bonnie tomorrow is like a super important day to me. Can you please turn that shit down? ”
Bonnie rolled his eyes, huffing as he reached for the remote on the coffee table. “You’re gonna make me miss it–they were just about to fight.”
Foxy put down the poorly wrapped box in his lap and plopped down on the couch beside Bonnie. “Didn’t they already though?”
Bonnie smirked, sinking further into the couch, clutching the mug like it was his lifeline. “Yeah, but like this is the one where Snooki gets into it, remember?”
“And this is what you’re doing on Christmas Eve? Watching people yell and throw while I’m over here bein’ a tipsy secret Santa?” Foxy gave a look, unimpressed.
“You’re acting like you didn’t volunteer for this. Besides, I already told you I suck at wrapping presents. If I did, it’d look like someone ran it over.”
Foxy glanced at the stack of awkwardly shaped, lumpy presents that sat under the tree. The bright, green wrapping paper was a complete eyesore and the bows? Barely sticking on. “Pretty sure yours would still look better than mine.”
Bonnie’s gaze wandered to the tree, and he stifled a laugh. “I mean, at least you tried. Hell, I’ll give you that.”
“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” he groaned, playfully pushing Bonnie’s head. “You’re lucky I let you crash here every year instead of making you suffer with Freddy’s fam.”
“ Puh-lease , you love having me here,” Bonnie scoffed, grinning. “Who else would make you wear matching pajamas and keep you entertained while you ‘work your magic.”
Foxy bought his legs onto the couch. “Fair, but still–tomorrow's important, Bon. It’s been a while since I’ve seen them, and I need it to go right. And Monty and Roxanne deserve a good Christmas for once .”
“They’re lucky to have you. You’re doing the best you can–and they’ll see that.”
Foxy’s lips quirked up into a small smile and he raised his pinkie in a silent toast. “Here's to hoping you’re right, Bon.”
“I’m always right,” Bonnie’s ring clad pinkie met Foxy’s. “Now shut up and watch this. It’s funny as hell.”